Poetry inspired by Nick Cave from Roy Duffield

How I Feel About Our Father

                                                    after Nick Cave

under the cold sunshine
cracked and bloody

through the swollen cotton-ball cloud
a golden mo(u)rning-
only after

I've got nothing to say to him.

He, not even an eye for me.

Bio: Roy Duffield helps edit Anti-Heroin Chic and his writing, which deals heavily with social injustice and youth rights, can also be read in The Nashville Review, Into the Void, Spillwords, Versification, Sein und Werden, and most recently, Seppuku Quarterly.